God made so many different kinds of people; why would God allow only one way to worship?

Here is the infallible test. Imagine yourself in a situation where you are alone, wholly alone on earth, and you are offered one of the two, books or men. I often hear men prizing their solitude but that is only because there are still men somewhere on earth even though in the far distance. I knew nothing of books when I came forth from the womb of my mother, and I shall die without books, with another human hand in my own. I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human being looking at me.

I have to tell it again and again: I have no doctrine. I only point out something. I point out reality, I point out something in reality which has not or too little been seen. I take him who listens to me at his hand and lead him to the window. I push open the window and point outside. I have no doctrine, I carry on a dialogue.

Every person born in this world represents something new, something that never existed before, something original and unique.

Through the Thou a person becomes I.

Nothing so tends to mask the face of God as religion; it can be a substitute for God himself.

Nothing can doom man but the belief in doom, for this prevents the movement of return.